Beautiful. That was the one word that came to mind. Pure and unspoiled beauty. No matter how badly he treated him, no matter what happened, nothing would ever change Katan's opinion of his maker. He was too devoted to the beautiful long haired angel. But something inside Katan knew he would never feel the same. His love would never be requited. Ah, hopeless it was, this love that Katan had. Anyone else would have hated and scorned the three winged angel already. The way Katan was treated...hated one moment, loved the next...was almost too much for he himself. But Katan was stubborn...he would never let go of the love he had for his beautiful creator. Rociel. He'd never belong to anyone but Rociel. And Katan hated, yet loved him for this. With a small sigh, Katan shifted slightly in his seat. Rociel sat delicately poised on the window seat, smiling and staring out into the night sky. He had been like this the past few hours, Katan doing nothing but study the graceful angel before him. Not that Katan had anything against this. He loved when Rociel let down his guard like this, and Katan was able to just study him in silent adoration. Katan truly treasured these precious moments. Rociel overheard Katan's small sigh, and for the first time in hours he turned his head to look at his lovely servant. His son, in a way. Rociel slid down from the window seat with the gracefulness of a feline, and in a few short strides was standing next to Katan. "What's the matter, my doll, getting bored are we?" Rociel leaned over, running a long fingernail across Katan's pale cheek. "Ah, not at all, Rociel-sama. I was just admiring your beauty..." Katan could never lie when it came to Rociel. He gazed up into Rociel's beautiful olive green eyes, hoping this moment could last forever. "Am I really as beautiful as you say? Tell me how beautiful I am..." Rociel sat carefully in Katan's lap, legs to either side of Katan's waist, looking into his eyes and playing lightly with his doll's hair. "Yes, Rociel-sama...you are the most beautiful creature in existence. The most beautiful green eyes...long, luxurious hair...perfect. You're the image of perfection...always have been, and always will be..." Katan spoke these words not because he'd said them so many times before, but because he truely meant them. Every word came from the heart. Rociel laughed softly, leaning his head back and throwing his arms into the air. "Yes, I am the most beautiful in all the universe! And its true because you say it is, Katan..." Rociel turned his gaze back to Katan and, smiling, picked up one of his hands, lightly licking at Katan's fingertips. Katan's eyes slid closed, and he drunk in the feel of Rociel's pink tongue against his fingers. Katan wished inside that this moment would never end, but he knew, sooner or later, Rociel would leave. And he was right. All at once, the force of Rociel's hand landed against his cheek. Katan's eyes shot open to see the beautiful angel leap off his lap. "How dare you close your eyes! I didn't tell you that you could turn your gaze away from me! Get out of my sight!" Rociel hollered, walking over to his bed and laying down, eyes refusing to look at Katan. Katan sighed. Another of Rociel's rapid mood changes. "Gomen ne, Rociel-sama...I shall leave at once..." Katan stood and walked out of the room, heading back to his own chambers. Once inside, he sat down on the bed and curled up. He couldn't stop the tears from flowing... This had become a routine for them lately. Rociel would get surprisingly intimate just to end it all harshly. And Katan would come back to his room in tears. Katan knew he was a fool, knew he was weak... why would he ever expect Rociel to treat him as anything more than toy? Why was all he could do cry every night when Rociel did this? And every morning, after spending the night cold and alone in his own room, he would walk back to Rociel's room and wait on him, getting an apology and another question of Rociel's beauty. Katan got up and changed, slipping on a robe and sliding under the covers. There was nothing else for him to do...his life was waiting upon Rociel, and when he was given these unexpected discharges, Katan never knew what to do. With a small shiver, Katan curled up under his covers, willing himself to sleep. **** "Katan...Katan...wake up...onegai...wake up..." Light shaking. Katan's eyes blinked open. Was he still dreaming? Rociel hovered over him, hair disheveled, expression slightly worried. "Katan...you're awake..." Rociel bent down, wrapping his arms around the still groggy Katan. "R...Rociel-sama?" Katan asked, returning the embrace, hoping he wouldn't get scolded for it. "Gomen nasai...I hurt you...gomen...are you okay? You must hate me..." Rociel pulled back. He truly did look terrified. Sure, Rociel had apologized before. But never had he ever thought Katan would hate him for it. Never had he been concerned with how Katan felt about him. Katan didn't know what to say...so he spoke his mind. "Rociel-sama...I'm alright...and I do not hate you...I could never hate you...I..." The words he wished to speak hung on his tongue. He had never once dared to speak them, for he never knew how Rociel would react. Katan stopped mid-sentence, looking up at the angel before him. Rociel wiped the tears from his cheeks that Katan hadn't realized were even there. "You...you really don't hate me, Katan? You won't leave me, will you? You'll stay...forever...right?" Why was Rociel acting this way? Rociel had never once shown himself to be this vulnerable before. He was always so strong... "Hai...I'll stay with you forever..." Katan said softly, lightly grasping Rociel's hand. Katan took a quick glance at the clock...it was the middle of the night...was he sure he wasn't dreaming? "Come...stay with me tonight...onegai..." Rociel slid off the bed, lightly tugging on Katan's hand. Katan complied, getting up and walking back to his room with him. Silently, Rociel slid the robes off them both, and he pulled Katan in to the bed with him. Silently, Rociel snuggled up against Katan, resting his head lightly against Katan's chest, long, violet strands of hair falling over bare skin. "Oyasumi...my dear Katan..." Rociel whispered, hugging Katan close and smiling. Katan held him close, lightly petting his hair. "Oyasumi nasai...Rociel-sama..." **** When he awoke, Rociel was no where in sight. Katan rubbed his forehead, still wondering if everything that had happened the night before was only a dream or if it was real. Katan didn't see or hear from Rociel all day, and he was beginning to wonder if he'd done or said something to make Rociel truly hate him. That night, Katan settled into his own bed and fell asleep... **** "Katan...wake up..." A soft, velvety voice awoke Katan from his slumber once more. Rociel was once again hovered above him, tugging him awake. "Rociel-sama? Nani..?" Rociel said nothing this time, silently pulling Katan out of bed and taking him once again to his room. He once again stripped the two, and this time, he layed Katan down on the bed, then positioned himself over him, straddling his waist. "Katan...I've been a terrible father to you...let me make it up to you..." Katan's eyes went slightly wide as Rociel leaned over, claiming Katan's lips against his own. Katan gasped softly as a velvet tongue snaked its way inside his mouth. Katan kissed back, the two engaging in a long, slow, passionate kiss before Rociel drew away and stared into Katan's eyes. "Let me show you...all the true pleasure...that you've never been able to have..." Rociel whispered, lightly kissing his way down Katan's chest. The concept of sex wasn't new to Katan, but he himself had never done it, let alone understood just *what* that aching in his belly was that he encountered every now and then when thinking about or being with Rociel. Hands massaged their way down his sides, stroking and caressing every inch of him it seemed. All at once, Katan felt himself surrounded by a warm, wet force, and it took him a second to realize it was Rociel's mouth closing over his own erection. Katan unconsciously bucked his hips forward a bit, moaning lightly as Rociel's mouth and tongue did things to him he'd never imagined he'd ever experience. Quite suddenly that was over, and Rociel once again moved back up to passionately kiss Katan. Katan loved the feel of being intertwined with the one person he'd do anything for...the one he loved most. "Katan...I want to show you...how to make love...to me...and me alone..." Rociel whispered, reaching over to the drawer of his nightstand and pulling out a small bottle. Katan just nodded, watching Rociel's every movement, from the wave of his hair to the flash of light in his eyes. Katan studied Rociel's face...a light shone behind his eyes that Katan had never seen before, a clarity of some emotion Rociel had never shown to him. Slowly, Rociel opened the bottle of sweet smelling liquid, lightly rubbing it over Katan's erection. Katan gasped as he did this, and Rociel only replied with a smile. "Katan...my dear Katan...since this is your first time, I don't want to worry about teaching you too much... I only want you to feel..." Rociel said softly, moving his hips up and positioning himself over Katan. "R...Rociel-sama...I don't want to...hurt you..." Katan said softly, looking up at Rociel with a worried look in his eyes. "Katan...don't be silly...you won't hurt me...I promise...now...just feel..." Rociel whispered, slowly lowering himself onto Katan. They both gasped, Rociel from the feel of Katan inside him, Katan from the unexpected tightness and pleasure that engulfed him. Slowly, Rociel began to move himself up and down, and Katan found himself naturally thrusting along with Rociel's movements. The rhythm increased, both moving faster and faster, Katan listening to Rociel's sweet moans as he emitted his own low cries of pleasure. Rociel picked up Katan's hand, smiling and placing it over his own stiff member. A flash of fear flashed in Katan's eyes, but Rociel just nodded his approval, moving Katan's hand with the rhythm of their thrusting. Soon Rociel moved his hand back to balance himself, and Katan kept up the pumping Rociel had given him the okay to do. Soon, it was all too much for Katan. He felt himself spilling inside Rociel's tight warmth, waves of pleasure spilling over him as he saw stars. He moaned Rociel's name as he came, tightening his grip on Rociel's long hair. Rociel came almost simultaneously with Katan, gripping the sheets and flipping his head back as he let out a loud moan. Rociel's seed spilled over their stomachs, and Katan could feel Rociel's walls clamping around himself as the pleasure waves surged through Rociel's body. Nothing could have prepared Katan for the true intimacy he felt at that moment, the feeling of being connected to the one his heart belonged to. And nothing could have prepared him for the sound of his own name rolling off Rociel's lips in a sweet moan of pleasure before the beautiful angel fell on top of him. The two lay there, arms wrapped around one another, a blanket of silence and peace laying over the two. Katan never felt as complete as he had at that moment, nor did he ever expect to. After what felt like hours, a small, whispered question made its way to Katan's ears. "Katan...am I beautiful...?" Katan smiled. "Rociel-sama...there is nothing that even remotely compares to your beauty...everything about you is exquisite, from the sound of your velvet voice to the way you admire the stars...nothing shall ever compare to it..." Katan spoke softly, petting Rociel's hair and smiling. "And you'll stay with me forever?" Rociel asked, running his nails absently over Katan's bare chest. "Forever and longer..." Katan whispered, smiling as his own eyes slid closed. "I need you, Rociel... nothing will ever come close to how I feel for you. "I...I love you...Rociel..." Katan was suprised at himself for being able to speak those words he'd tried numerous times to force out before. "I know..." Rociel whispered silently, shortly before his breathing became long and slow, signaling he was asleep. Katan still didn't know if Rociel did or ever would feel the same, but he knew one thing...Rociel was everything to him. And this was one of the greatest gifts he could ever have received from the angel who gave him everything... Everything, so far, but his love.... **** To Be Continued -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Was that...humming? The cherub awoke to find the bed, yet again, empty. But, unlike last time, Rociel was still in the room. Humming lightly, the angel stood looking at his reflection in the mirror, running a silver brush through the long violet locks of hair that cascaded around him. Rociel had flung on a robe which hung about his shoulders, tied loosely at the waist. Beautiful. Rociel’s sweet voice alone made Katan smile, yet alone the whole image of Rociel at that moment. Silently Katan got up, sliding on a robe Rociel had apparently laid out for him, and walked over to the angelic beauty. "Rociel-sama...let me..." Katan slid the silver brush from Rociel’s petite fingers, using his other hand to gather long locks of the velvet hair for brushing. Rociel complied, staring at his own reflection as Katan carefully brushed out every lock of his hair. Katan thought about the night before...Rociel had given him something ultimately special, a gift that for once made Katan feel as if he truly fit into this world of angels he’d been brought in to. But again his mind wandered...did Rociel actually love him in return? All Katan had received the night before was a quick avoidance of the subject...with Rociel answering only in "I know." "Something on your mind, my dear Katan?" Rociel asked quietly, breaking the silence that lingered between the two. Rociel’s eyes had shifted up to gaze at Katan’s reflection in the mirror, and Katan looked longingly at that gaze. "Iie, Rociel-sama, I’m just..." Katan trailed off. It had been the first time he’d ever attempted to lie in Rociel’s presence. He hoped with all his being that Rociel wouldn’t lash out at him for it. Rociel stood and turned, looking Katan right in the eye. "You can’t possibly try to tell me there’s nothing on your mind. I know you too well...I brought you up, my dear Katan. Now...are you going to tell me or not?" Rociel asked, lifting a hand to run it through Katan’s shorter silver locks. Katan took a deep breath. He could never disobey Rociel, so he decided to just tell him. "Gomen nasai, Rociel-sama...I was just thinking about last night..." It was the truth, well, part of the truth at least. "Ah yes...I should have known you would be thinking about that. Just don’t worry about it..." Rociel trailed off, smirking softly as he turned around and walked out of the room. Katan sighed softly...just what was Rociel trying to do to him? **** Days had passed since Rociel had allowed Katan to sleep with him. Things had begun to revert back to normal... Katan being his usual subservient self, Rociel’s moods shifting as easily as the wind. But a few minor things were different this time. Rociel would no longer slap or physically hurt Katan. Sure, he sure used strong words or refused to speak to him if Katan did something to displease Rociel, but Rociel never laid a finger on Katan to hurt him. Rociel’s caresses had come more frequently as well. He would frequently play with Katan’s hair, pet his cheek, steal small kisses to his ear...but none lasted very long. They were but brief shows of affection on Rociel’s part. The memory of that night still never left Katan’s mind, however. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t forget the feel of being inside Rociel, the taste of his lips, the sweet sound of his moans. Katan found himself dreaming about Rociel all the time now. He had tasted the forbidden fruit, and his body craved more. This led Katan to make a decision. He was going to upfront ask Rociel how he felt. He knew he might be rejected, hell, he was even prepared never to face Rociel again. But he had to know...he needed to know how Rociel felt. Katan walked into Rociel’s room, finding Rociel basking in the warm glow of the morning sun. His eyes shifted to his cherub as Katan entered the room, and Rociel smiled gently. "Good morning, my dear Katan. Sleep well?" "Hai, Rociel-sama," Katan replied, slightly bowing. "R..Rociel-sama...may I ask you something?" Katan took a few steps closer, studying the details hidden in Rociel’s face. "Yes you may, Katan...what’s on your mind?" Rociel stood, walking over to meet him mid-way through the room. "Rociel-sama...you know how...I told you...that I love you?" Katan asked sheepishly, unsure of how to phrase what he wanted to ask. "Mm...yes...what about it?" Rociel replied, raising an eyebrow at his cherub. "Well I...I was wondering...how...you felt about me...Rocel-sama..." Katan prepared for the worst, taking a deep breath and looking Rociel in the eyes. Rociel just laughed. "My silly Katan...you’ll find that out soon enough. For now...don’t worry about it, ne?" Rociel said, patting Katan’s cheek lightly and turning to go back to the window. Katan sighed. Still no answer. With a heavy heart, he sat and watched Rociel...longing, awaiting to know how he felt... **** Rociel had been gone for a while. Katan was starting to worry, as it was not like Rociel to be gone for any long period of time. He paced Rociel’s room, eyes on his feet. He had stayed in the inorganic angel’s room since he left...everything in that room reminded him of Rociel. From the satin curtains to the sweet smell of Rociel soaked into the sheets and pillows. If Katan couldn’t be with Rociel, he at least wanted to feel near to him. Katan wasn’t even sure if Rociel loved him or not yet. The dreams and constant thoughts still plagued his mind, and he wished more than anything that Rociel would return and give him an answer. Katan’s head jolted up with the sound of a door clicking shut down the hallway. Could it really be Rociel returning? Katan composed himself and stared at the door to the room, hoping that it would open. Slowly, the handle turned, and in walked the beautiful form of Rociel. Still the exquisite beauty he was when he had gone. "R...Rociel-sama...welcome home..." Katan said softly, choking back the tears of joy that had welled up in his eyes. "Katan! My lovely Katan!" Rociel quickly walked over to his cherub, wrapping his arms about his neck and softly laying kisses on his cheek. "How I missed you while I was away!" "I missed you as well Rociel-sama...so very much..." Katan whispered into his maker’s ear, holding the slim figure close to his own body. "Katan...why don’t you welcome me home the proper way?" Rociel asked seductively, tilting his head towards the bed. "As you wish...Rociel-sama..." Katan said softly, taking the inorganic angel’s hand and walking him towards the bed. Katan had been researching various ‘techniques’ while Rociel was away, in hopes that just such a moment would come. Rociel looked up into Katan’s eyes, nodding his approval for Katan to do what he wished. Slowly Katan slid Rociel’s clothing off the feminine body, following suit with his own clothes soon after. He slowly lowered Rociel onto the bed, placing feathery kisses over the angel’s neck and chest. Katan complied when a slim finger snaked down and tilted his head up, bringing his lips to join with Rociel’s. The two engaged in a long, passionate kiss, bodies pressing closer together. Katan slid his hands over Rociel’s smooth skin, lifting muffled moans out of the inorganic angel. Rociel slowly pulled his head back, closing his eyes tightly as Katan lightly brushed the angel’s long hair over his erection. "K...Katan...take me...please..." Rociel whispered, back arching into Katan’s velvet touch. Katan smiled, noting that this was perhaps the first time Rociel had ever begged him for anything. "Yes... Rociel-sama..." Katan reached into Rociel’s small bedside drawer, pulling out the small tube of oil they had used the first time they made love. Slowly and carefully Katan spread the oil over his own erection, Rociel’s eyes watching him hungrily as he worked. He then squirted a small amount on to his own fingers, smiling as he used his other hand to pull Rociel’s hips up onto his lap. Very carefully he slid a single finger into Rociel, stretching him to reduce the pain he would cause. Katan knew it must have been slightly painful for Rociel the first time, since he had not properly been stretched. But Katan didn’t know what he was doing then. He was sure he’d read enough to please his maker. Katan inserted another finger and worked the two around, preparing Rociel’s small entrance for what was to come. Underneath him, Rociel squirmed with delight, moaning as Katan’s finger brushed over that special spot inside him. Rociel’s eyes locked with Katan’s, and Katan noted the burning pleading in the angel’s eyes. He knew it was time. Katan slid his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his erection. The two gasped at the sudden joining, Rociel lightly digging his fingernails into Katan’s tender skin. They started moving in perfect sync with one another, Katan pulling Rociel in for a passionate kiss as he grabbed hold of Rociel’s straining erection. Katan moved his hand in rhythm with their bodies, earning sweeter and louder moans than he had before from his violet haired lover. Sweat beaded down their faces as they moved, and this time, Rociel was the first to come, breaking their passionate lip lock by throwing his head back and hollering Katan’s name, gripping Katan’s arms as he emptied himself onto their stomachs. The feel of Rociel’s walls clamping around him soon sent waves of pleasure surging through Katan. He came inside his lover, moaning as white stars filled his vision. The two fell to the bed together, panting for air and caressing one another slowly. "You’ve improved greatly, my lovely Katan..." Rociel whispered, pulling him into a tight embrace. "And you’re still wonderful as ever, Rociel-sama...that will never change. Like your beauty...always will you be as lovely as the day I first laid eyes upon you." Katan smiled, gently pushing a stray lock of hair out of his angel’s face. "Mm, how you spoil me, Katan..." Rociel replied, smiling and snuggling close against his chest. "It is all the truth, Rociel-sama...I would never lie to you. I love you too much for that." Katan spoke, mind on the brink of sleep. "I know, my dear Katan, I know..." Rociel whispered. Rociel listened carefully as Katan’s breathing slowed, and when he was sure he was asleep, he added carefully... "I know because I love you as well, my sweet Katan...I knew from the moment I saw you that I would love you. And that...that will never change." And somewhere, on the brink of sleep, Katan heard Rociel’s whispered words. And he knew it was no dream. For no dream he ever had sounded so sweet as the words he heard then. In his slumber, Katan whispered a brief few words... "Arigatou, Rociel-sama...for everything...now I know...you love me...and I am the happiest I have ever been... arigatou, my sweet, sweet Rociel-sama..." Rociel smilied softly. He’d not intended for Katan to hear his words, but he knew he did, and he couldn’t take them back. Nor did he want to. Rociel contently fell asleep, knowing things between them would be different, and Katan would never sleep in an empty bed again. And in his dreams, Katan knew the two would never be separated as long as they survived. As long, hopefully, as eternity.